..and saw that there was a girl held fast to the wall, spreadeagled and naked, by invisible bonds. The only visible thing was awhiffle ball on a strap... in her mouth. The girl had black hair...and wasstraining to thrust a penis of what must've been longer than a foot intothe air. Elle was standing not three feet away."Took you long enough," the brunette called. She was wearing a simplewhite blouse and violet skirt today. Alice's own cock gave a particularlyhard throb at the sight, and walking. I looked down and, bare-footed, she was running a pale foot against my leg. Her nails were painted, a kind of mauve to match her hair. Shyly, I smiled back, then bolted to the sanctuary of my notes. 'Why does Rousseau say that the General Will cannot err?'Still, she continued, rising higher towards my inner thigh. My cock hardened with excitement as she gently brushed her toes against it. I looked up again, and she played seductively with a pen in her mouth: first flicking it against her teeth,. Sweet gesture, what is happening to me, you are a man playacting, I reminded myself. With that he smiled again and gestured to awhite pickup truck waiting at the curb. It looked to be about 10 yearsold, a rack in the bed for lumber and tools, lifted with large tires andmaintained impeccably. A man that took care of the tools of his trade.I guessed he must be in construction or labor of some kind. As I movednext to the passenger door and he opened it for me, I realized that I hadno idea how. "You kicked your best friend out of your previous band because hewouldn't commit at a high enough level. Because of that, you created arift in a twenty year friendship, the one between Andrew's wife andAm?lie. Mr. Lawrence, you wake up thinking of music, and how you canbetter yourself, and, like others, you have vices that take you away fromyour craft, but you always return, more fervent than before."I gaped, listening to Mr. Atwater recite details of my life that no oneoutside of my immediate.